I am so thankful that Collin is the daddy in this house. He is so fantastic. Last week he was on a walk with Nolan when he found some great chairs near a dumpster and he thought the chairs were keepers. While trying to carry 2 chairs and push a stroller, one of the chairs flipped the wrong way and hit Collin in the head. He came in the house with a diaper on his face to contain the blood. A few hours and 7 stitches later he was a new man. When we all got home after Collin's visit to the ER we wanted to go see the chairs that had caused so much trouble. Only, when we got outside, we found that somebody had stolen them. Oh the irony. Collin never muttered a word of complaint, he just kept on truckin'. I love him. And I'm sure grateful for him.